I'm a 9 to 5 Admiral.

East China Sea, waters under the jurisdiction of the 26th Naval Branch. The strong wind kept howling, and white snowflakes kept falling from the dark sky, making the sea constantly choppy. Seagulls squawk as they fly across the rough sea. In the vast white world, in this weather that is not suitable for sailing, a navy warship is patrolling. On the deck of the warship, a female marine with short hair wearing a navy uniform, a white-hilted tachi hanging on her waist, walked toward the cabin with a reward sheet in her hand. The cold snow did not stop her hasty pace. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.